Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights
whatsoever. For silly daydreaming purposes only. XD

Rating: M. NC-17 for language and adult
situations.

Summary: Another SxGxS: sweetxgoofyxsexy
3x5x3. Purists hit the back button now. Otherwise, welcome to a delicious,
deviant flavor of the world of Sanzo/Gojyo… Shounen-ai, yaoi, WAFF

A/N: For Mirage, and Kato-chan, who
understand that the lovers are only OOC in private, behind closed doors. And
for Santuary of Darkness for being so eloquent and generous, and Lady of
Darkness and Despair for being as obsessed with Sanzo/Gojyo as I am.

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"Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't
no love at all." – Toni Morrison

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XxXxX

"Oi!
What the hell do you think you're—"

"Uh-uh!"
Hakkai wagged a finger at the frowning monk. "You finished off yesterday's
puzzle. I get today's crossword." The healer smiled, holding the
paper out of Sanzo's reach.

Hakkai
handed the rest of the newspaper to Sanzo and happily bent over his crossword.
The two of them were seated at the table in their lodging's small common room.
Opposite them was the TV, in front of which were the kappa and the monkey,
bickering on the floor.

"Geez…"
The kappa switched to a two-player game on the borrowed PS2, to the monkey's
smug satisfaction. "I'll beat the crap out of you…" He glared
at Goku.

"Hah!
Bring it on!" Goku dared, scowling.

"Too
goddamn early in the morning…" Sanzo muttered, going back to his
newspaper. "What gave you the bright idea of borrowing that stupid machine
anyway, Hakkai!" he barked, purple eyes snapping.

"Hmm?"
Hakkai looked up distractedly from the crossword. "Oh. I just thought it
would keep those two out of mischief for a bit…" he grinned.

Sanzo
rolled his eyes, and tapped out a cigarette, propping up the newspaper
disgustedly. For a while the only sounds were the bleeps and crazy music coming
from the videogame as Gojyo and Goku bent over in furious concentration, their
eyes glued to the TV screen. Hakkai mumbled to himself impatiently, tapping his
pencil on the tabletop. "Sybil? No…"

"Eh?"
Sanzo asked, lowering the newspaper and peering at Hakkai through his rimless
spectacles.

"YES!"
Gojyo yelled, falling flat on his back on the floor. Victory music blared from
the TV. He pumped his fist. "I am the MAN!" he declared, turning his
head to waggle his eyebrows at Goku teasingly. "I win, saru. I told
you I'd kick your butt!" he cackled.

Goku
pouted, lower lip jutting out. "Best two out of three!" he demanded.

Gojyo
shrugged. "Fine, fine…" he drawled, sitting up and lighting a
Hi-Lite. "You asked for it…"

"I'm
gonna get you this time for sure!"

"Siren…
siren… baka!…" Hakkai muttered, smacking his forehead.

"Next
time we're staying at a cheap inn, with the barest amenities…"
Sanzo muttered darkly. "And we're buying two papers from now on!"

---

XxXxX

He
came awake, disoriented and feeling oddly bereft. He blinked once or twice,
yawned, then sat up, running pale fingers through shimmering golden hair. He
stared out the window at the night sky and judged the time to be well past
midnight. He scowled. The bastard was late.

…
Or was he late? Shit. He couldn't have gotten it wrong, could he? The
redhead was supposed to come to him – or was it the other way around? Dammit.

He
reached for his discarded robes and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting a smoke
distractedly as he deliberated with himself. Hell – it must be almost four o'clock
by now anyway; the monkey was bound to wake up wailing about his stomach, and
maybe Hakkai wasn't asleep. Even if he and Gojyo had gotten their plans mixed
up, they still had tomorrow night in this inn… maybe he'd just finish his
Marlboro and go back to sleep.

But
now that his thoughts had drifted to his roguish, maddening lover, his mind
rejected sleep altogether. He gave a low groan, already tasting Gojyo's lips on
his own, feeling Gojyo's hard body pressed hungrily against him. Damn kappa…
ever since he had capitulated that night when they were both drunk as hell;
ever since he had so reluctantly (back then) let Gojyo know the feeling was
mutual, they just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. He grinned at the
irony – that Sha Gojyo, whom he had always so scathingly derided as the horny
perv – was now his lover. His love.

Purple
eyes narrowed suddenly. Where was the damn kappa anyway? He had been
snickering earlier to Hakkai about "not sleeping in his room tonight",
with a wink-wink about certain seedy establishments in the town. It was one of
their pathetic ruses to keep their secret; and always he had rolled his eyes at
the lengths they had to go to. It was secretly amusing earlier, but what if the
bastard had actually gone and done it…

"Fuck…"
he hissed, stubbing out his smoke viciously. He got up swiftly, pulling on his
jeans and donning his robes. Violet eyes snapping icily, he made his way out.
First he'll check the kappa's room, and then—

--
In the inn's common room, he stopped short and let out an exasperated snort.
The redheaded rascal was sitting on the floor, legs crossed Indian-style. He
had an almost blank, zombie look on his face as he stared at the TV screen with
red eyes. Literally. The whites of the damned fool's eyes were red, matching
the beautiful irises, and making him look stupidly drugged.

Sha
Gojyo was playing videogames.

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XxXxX

"Baka
erogappa…"

Gojyo
jerked, his thumb automatically pushing the pause button on the controls. He
winced, suddenly remembering the time – 3:57 on the wall clock – and their
plans. He turned his head slowly, and encountered a pissed monk leaning against
the doorway to his room, arms and ankles crossed, a golden eyebrow arched
haughtily, purple eyes narrowed and looking down his finely chiseled,
aristocratic nose.

The
kappa gave a sheepish grin. "Hey, lover…" he offered weakly.

Sanzo
stuck his pinky in his ear, and blew on it coolly. " Lover, did you
say?" His eyebrows levitated mockingly.

"Baby,
then," Gojyo amended, the grin growing wider at his lover's obvious
annoyance at his absence.

"'Ch."

"Er…
Angel?" Gojyo ventured, the grin now blatantly cheeky.

"Idiot!"
Sanzo growled, pushing away from the doorframe and approaching him menacingly.
Gojyo waited gleefully. Sanzo stopped beside him, irritation still pouring off
him in almost-tangible waves. "You make me wait, you let me fume, and you
make me come searching for you, while you fry your brains with that useless—"
the blonde snarled, voice rising.

"Urusei!"
Gojyo hissed up at him, jerking his head to the two rooms opposite. "You
want to wake them up to witness a lover's quarrel?" he teased,
incorrigibly.

"Asshole!"
Sanzo snapped, but he turned and dropped down to the chair next to Gojyo
anyway, a petulant frown still marring the flawless face.

Gojyo
blew him a kiss, then turned back to the TV screen, hitting the pause button
again.

Sanzo
sat back in disbelief, shaking his head. He pulled out another Marlboro and lit
up, inhaling deeply. He nudged Gojyo's shoulder with a bare foot. "Oi.
Turn that damn thing off already… your eyes are bloodshot as it is."

Sanzo
narrowed his eyes and squinted through the smoke. "You're not listening to
me, are you?" he drawled softly, dangerously so.

"Stupid
sonofa… HAH! Gotcha!" Gojyo crowed in triumph, cackling madly. The TV
screen flashed with an explosion of colors. "At last… I was stuck in that
dungeon for almost an hour…" And then the kappa remembered his lover. He
turned and flashed Sanzo a charming, winning grin. "You must be my lucky
charm… Light me up a smoke will you, blondie? I'm almost to the last boss now…"
And Gojyo turned back to the videogame.

Sanzo
crushed his smoke out determinedly, stood up, and hit the restart button with
his bare toe. The screen went blank, after which the opening credits rolled
again. The kappa stared in horror. And then he exploded.

"Damn
corrupt monk! What the hell did you go and do that for!" He glared up at
the blonde staring down at him with cool amethyst eyes.

"That's
ENOUGH," Sanzo declared in the voice that brooked no argument.

"The
bakazaru has been hogging the damn PS the whole day!" Gojyo exclaimed
hotly. "Don't you know how long I waited to continue my game!" He
stared accusingly.

Purple
eyes burned down on him in silence.

And
then the sinfully sensuous lips curled in a devilish grin, and his lids dropped
to half-mast as it finally hit the kappa. "You miss me, do you?" he
purred up at the now-scowling Sanzo.

"Urusei…"

"You
want me, don't you…" Gojyo drawled, his voice dropping to a husky
note as he reacted to the blazing heat emanating from the contrarily icy
creature glaring down at him. "I can feel it… You're such a
vibrator, you know that?"

"What
the fuck!"

Gojyo
waved his hand airily. "You know… You send out these vibes…"

Sanzo
rolled his eyes. "Urusei…"

"You're
dying for me." Gojyo waggled his eyebrows, his breath now coming in
harsh gasps as white-hot want flooded his veins, the videogame totally
forgotten. He stood up slowly, red eyes locked with violet.

"I
said, shut up…" Sanzo growled, whipping off the sash on his robes
and flinging it over the kappa's head, catching hold of the other end as it
landed on the kappa's nape. He tugged insistently, using the black sash, at the
same time backing up, maddening and further inflaming the now-desperate Gojyo,
who could only nip and sip fleetingly at the desired lips.

Gojyo
chuckled as they took the last few steps inside Sanzo's room, and he reached
behind him to lock the door. "You're damned lucky I save after every
level, you arrogant monk…" he drawled against Sanzo's lips as he finally
wrapped the priest hungrily in his arms.

"Don't
you ever know when to shut up!" Sanzo growled impatiently, dropping the
sash to thread his hands possessively through silken crimson hair and tug his
lover's head down. He groaned deep as their lips finally fused greedily
together, as his lover's hot tongue finally ravished his own wide-open, hungry
mouth.

The
alabaster hands dropped to run feverishly up and down Gojyo's back, and the
kappa's arms crushed Sanzo even more tightly to him as they strained against
each other, kissing deeply. Gojyo's helpless moans of tortured pleasure
vibrating on his tongue sent shivers up his spine, as they always did, and
Sanzo growled and took dominance of the kiss. His tongue slithered wetly,
hotly, against the kappa's as he thrust it silkily through his lover's moist
lips, licking hotly at the roof of Gojyo's mouth, making Gojyo shudder and
groan thickly.

They
broke apart, gasping for breath. Sanzo shrugged out of the robes impatiently,
but the robes caught on the kappa's arms as Gojyo's hands circled his waist.
The large tanned hands jammed through the waistband of his jeans and underwear
to clasp his bare buttocks, and Gojyo dipped his knees slightly as he ground
their aching arousals together.

They
backed slowly to the bed, mouths locked again, Gojyo falling back and Sanzo
landing on top of him. Gojyo withdrew his hands and impatiently discarded the
robes, while Sanzo's mouth worked its way down his neck.

"God,
baby, I don't know what the hell I was thinking…" Gojyo gasped throatily,
clenching his teeth as Sanzo impatiently yanked his shirt up to pluck at his
already stiff nipples.

"Most
likely nothing as usual, baka," Sanzo rasped gruffly.

"OI!"
Gojyo protested, but then he groaned deeply, forgetting what it was he objected
to as his lover dipped his head to lash a hot, eager tongue around an
oversensitive nub, while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Tanned
arms came up to crush the priest yearningly to him, amazed as always that Sanzo
– cold, aloof, and impossibly beautiful – was as mad about him as he was crazy
about the corrupt, arrogant monk.

"Angel…"
he moaned, drowning, as Sanzo slithered up to rest his full weight against him,
the pale slender fingers framing his face possessively. Shimmering, silken,
sunkissed hair tickled his eyelids as Sanzo dropped his head to claim his lips,
ravishing his mouth like a starving man, helpless groans of unbearable need
spilling from the perfect, cynical lips. "Gojyo… Gojyo!"

That
commanding, arresting voice uttering his name in that desperate, husky plea
shot thrills up his spine. That voice… that voice beautiful enough to embrace,
calling his name with such hunger, fired his blood even more.

"Sanzo…"
he groaned back throatily, as the large brown hands tugged up Sanzo's black top
impatiently. His lover arched up to let him pull it off altogether, the golden
head emerging attractively tousled, before reaching quickly to do the same to
his own shirt. And then Sanzo settled himself back down against him, both of
them growling in satisfaction at the contact of bare tan against nude marble.

"God…"
Sanzo hissed, dipping his head to nuzzle Gojyo's throat. "You fucking
drive me crazy, you know that?" the blonde demanded, scraping white teeth
almost painfully against a wildly drumming artery as he moved his hips in slow
maddening circles, grinding against Gojyo.

Gojyo's
head dropped to the side, his arms clasping Sanzo to him in fierce need. Of
their own accord, mile-long legs wrapped around Sanzo as well, and his hips
bucked up to meet his lover's demanding thrusts; the barrier of jeans somehow
only perversely intensifying the pleasure.

The
hard silky lips burned a moist path up his chin to claim his mouth again
ravenously, but this time he took control. Tanned hands cupped Sanzo's face as
he drew his lover's tongue deep in his mouth and sucked wetly, hungrily,
savoring the harsh gasp of warm breath that flooded his mouth, the throaty
groan that rumbled against his chest, the unmistakable twitch against his own
painfully erect member.

He
unwrapped his legs from around Sanzo, his hands coming down to clasp the lean
hips and push Sanzo back. Sanzo growled, mouth plucking wetly at his lips, but
Gojyo gasped. "H—have to touch you, you beautiful bastard…" , drawing
a savage growl from Sanzo's throat.

Sanzo
braced himself up to let Gojyo's hands wander down between them. He let out a hoarse
hiss as Gojyo cupped him through his jeans, his hips bucking against the tanned
hand unconsciously. With adept fingers, Gojyo unbuttoned his fly and drew down
his zipper, his motions causing Sanzo to clench his teeth tight, his breath
coming in harsh gasps as the brown hand reached in and fondled him through his
boxers.

As
always, in the heat of the moment, Sanzo lost his head and all reservations,
all his senses flooded with overwhelming passion for the maddening, wickedly
beautiful redheaded rascal in his arms. "Baby…" he groaned
hoarsely, reveling in the shudders that the pet name produced in his lover.

"Sanzo…
angel!" Gojyo moaned back, undone as always by the harsh endearment that
spilled from the otherwise hard, cynical lips. Burning, inflamed, he
impatiently tugged down Sanzo's jeans and boxers, with the blonde helping him
and kicking the articles off hastily. Gojyo growled with lust as his lover was
finally exposed to him in all his proud, impressive glory, demanding his
attention. He wrapped his fingers around Sanzo, licking his lips unconsciously
at the feel of silky skin and hard velvet heat against his palm, while his
other hand fumbled with his own fly.

"Touch
me, baby," he groaned, looking up to raise pleading wine-colored eyes to
Sanzo, and he groaned again at the sight that met his eyes – his lover's head
thrown back, the porcelain skin flushed, golden eyelashes fanning against the
proud cheeks, Sanzo's teeth biting into his lower lip. Gojyo's hand abandoned
his jeans to shoot up and clasp the back of Sanzo's head and bring it down to
collide their mouths together, as he continued to pleasure Sanzo with his other
hand.

Sanzo
broke the kiss and sat back, his hands reaching down to free the kappa's
straining arousal. Gojyo lifted up his hips to allow Sanzo to pull off his
jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, discarding them carelessly aside. And
then the brown hands returned to grasp Sanzo again, and Gojyo sucked in his
breath as the beautiful porcelain fingers wrapped themselves around his own
aching length.

"Uhhnnn….
faster…." Sanzo gasped, shifting above Gojyo. Gojyo abandoned Sanzo for a
moment as he scooted backwards to prop himself against the pillows for a more
comfortable angle so his lover could straddle him properly. Sanzo followed
without breaking his grip.

"Harder,
baby, harder!" Gojyo groaned thickly, reaching out feverishly to continue
pleasuring Sanzo, his other hand splaying against the marble chest, while his
thumb rubbed a pale nipple.

"Aaahhh…"
Sanzo breathed, rocking against his hands. "Fuck… yes… do that again…"
he hissed, licking his lips as he replicated the maddening caresses on his
lover.

Gojyo
grinned. "You mean, this…"

"Uhhnnnnn!"
Sanzo groaned long and deep, letting go of his lover to place his fingers over
Gojyo's, stilling the kappa's exquisite, skillful strokes. "…Not… not yet…"
Sanzo gasped breathlessly, leaning down instead to capture Gojyo's mouth in a
hard, punishing kiss.

"How
do you want it then, purple eyes?" Gojyo asked deeply, running his hands
up and down his lover's back, clenching his teeth at the smooth velvet heat
throbbing against his own.

"Fuck…
you feel so good…" Sanzo hissed, making Gojyo shudder and arch against him
shamelessly.

Thrust.

"God…
Faster, blondie… f—faster!"

Thrust
thrust thrust.

"Ah-h…
Go—gojyo!…"

Thrust
thrust thrust.

"Nngh!…
Angel…"

Thrust
thrust thrust.

"Uhhnnnnn…"

Thrust
thrust thrust.

"SANZO!
Fuck fuck fuck…"

Thrust
thrust thrust.

"BABY!
… Aahhh, Gojyo…."

THRUST.

Gojyo
collapsed down on the bed, and Sanzo sagged weakly on top of him, both of them
panting hard. Gojyo turned his head and chuckled. "My baby is a savage,
deadly beauty indeed…"

"Moron…"
Sanzo drawled, and bit his lover's ear.

---

XxXxX

A/N: I dunno about you, but I find the above "pumping"
scene kind of hilarious. LOL Maybe I'm losing my touch for lemon…

XxXxX

---

"Love is like pi:
natural, irrational and very important." – Lisa Hoffman

He
woke up and stretched lustily, a foolish grin plastered on his face. He rolled
over, a long brown arm reaching out eagerly. "Kiss me, angel…" he
whispered tenderly.

…
And then the crimson eyes shot open as his hand encountered a cold pillow. He
blinked, disoriented, and sat up. Yes, he was most definitely in his lover's
room. Yes, those were definitely his jeans and shirt on the floor. Yes, it was
hardly light outside: almost, but not quite, time for him to go back to his own
room, before the others woke up. Yes, they definitely had to make the most of
the hour left, since it was four days to the next town. And yes, there
definitely was no Sanzo beside him.

He
yawned, and scratched his head. Maybe the bouzo had gone to the bathroom. He
grinned. Maybe they could sneak the quickie in there…

He
dressed hurriedly, stumbling over in his haste as his feet caught in his pants.
Whistling, he padded barefoot out of Sanzo's door.

And
hooted at the sight of his Sanzo sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, the
beautiful violet eyes glued to the screen in rapt concentration.

Gojyo
sauntered over to the blonde, grinning wickedly. "You leave me with a cold
bed, all by my lonesome self, so you can fry your brains—"

"Urusei!"

Gojyo
cackled, raising up his foot to hover threateningly over the reset button.

Click.

His
thumb on the pause button, Sanzo coolly pressed the Smith and Wesson against
the naughty tanned foot with his left hand. (1) "You want to limp for the
rest of your life, kappa?" he drawled up at the redhead, a golden eyebrow
levitating mockingly.

Gojyo
dropped down behind him and scooted close, spreading his legs about Sanzo,
wrapping his arms around the lean waist and chinning himself on Sanzo's
shoulder. Sanzo shrugged him off irritably, cursing the TV screen viciously.

"Too
bad you can't 'makaii tenjou' the bastard, huh?" Gojyo drawled, turning
his head to dart his tongue inside Sanzo's ear. Sanzo jumped, then swore
ferociously. "I'll 'makaii' your damned ass if you don't quit it!" he
hissed, frantically punching the buttons on the control, bemoaning the huge
loss of advantage caused by the naughty kappa.

"Mmm…
turn the damn thing off… We have almost an hour left together…" Gojyo
rumbled against the side of his neck. "I have a problem you need to take
care of," Gojyo wheedled, bumping his hips against the engrossed blonde.

"Who's
the vibrator now, you idiot? Go take a cold shower…" Sanzo mumbled,
leaning forward even more as he regained lost ground. "Die, die, die…"
he chanted, inflamed purple eyes glaring at his enemy.

"Suppose
you pay some attention to me," Gojyo snarled, firmly tugging Sanzo back
against him, a tanned hand reaching down to cup between Sanzo's legs.

"Kappa…"
Sanzo growled threateningly, but his heartbeat quickened and his breath caught
all the same. On the TV screen, his character's hitpoints dropped dangerously
low as the violet eyes glazed over; and Sanzo shuddered as Gojyo sucked wetly
at the side of his throat, the large hands clasping him possessively back
against his lover's hard, muscled body.

And
then Sanzo shook his head, and swatted the roaming, wicked hands away, leaning
back from the burning lips ravishing his neck. Sanzo hit the pause button while
he glared daggers at the devilishly grinning Gojyo. "I said, behave
yourself, goddamn erogappa!" he hissed. "I'm warning you… Don't you dare…"
And he turned back to the videogame.

But
before he could hit the pause button again, Gojyo stood up swiftly, leaned
over, and hauled Sanzo up and flung him over his shoulder, ignoring the blows
that the livid blonde landed on his back. "You dare, you bastard! You
dare!"

"Huh,"
Gojyo marched over to his room, grinning. "Never bet against Sha Gojyo,
corrupt monk," he drawled, slapping the luscious bum on his shoulder,
before giving it a hearty kiss. They entered his room, and he kicked the door
shut.

"Asshole!"
Sanzo howled, struggling viciously. But his protest was belied by the bulge
pressing against the kappa's shoulder. Grinning widely, Gojyo abruptly let
Sanzo fall to the bed, following swiftly himself to pin the pissed monk back
against the mattress. "Ah, but you're wild about this
asshole, ne, baby?" Impish crimson orbs twinkled merrily down into burning
purple eyes.

"Urusei,
baka!" Sanzo growled, and tugged his head down impatiently.

---

XxXxX

A/N: (1) According to the fabulous Kazuya
Minekura, Sanzo is ambidextrous! Gojyo is left-handed, Hakkai right-handed, and
"Goku can use just about anything". Hmm… LOL

---

After crushing out his smoke, Sanzo gathered
up his clothes and pulled them on with a weary sigh, sitting on the side of the
bed. Gojyo, still inside the sheets, sat up and snaked his arms around the
priest from behind, burying his face against Sanzo's shoulders with a low
growl.

Sanzo
elbowed the kappa away. "Damn horny pervert… I have to get back to my
room! The baka saru will be bouncing about in ten minutes… " he hissed,
but a shudder betrayed him.

Sanzo
rolled his eyes. He climbed on the bed again to straddle the scowling kappa. "Goddamn
quit the fucking sulking and kiss me so I can go!" he
demanded, threading pale fingers through the silken crimson hair to firmly tug
Gojyo's head toward him.

"Huh."
Gojyo snorted, and then set his lips in a thin, hard line, the red eyes
glittering dangerously up at him.

"Then
tell me what I want to hear…" Gojyo flashed him a blinding, foolish grin.

That
did the trick, and Sanzo crumbled against him, devouring his mouth desperately.
"I love you, all right!" the blonde seethed between kisses. And then
Sanzo growled helplessly. "Baby…"

Gojyo
chuckled against his lips triumphantly, and then they both froze as a door
slammed.

"Harahetta…
Huh?"

"Goddamn
kappa! Now I'm stuck in your room!" Sanzo hissed fiercely.

"Urusei,
bouzu!" Gojyo hissed back.

Outside,
Goku blinked. And then he scratched his head, frowning perplexedly.

"Good
morning, Goku," Hakkai greeted him, as the healer and the min-dragon
emerged from their own room. "What do you feel like for breakfast?"
he asked.

"That's
strange…" Goku muttered.

"Eh?"

Goku
turned to Hakkai. "This is the second morning in a row…" And he
gestured to the TV and the gaming unit, which were both turned on. "I don't
get it… I'm sure I turned them off both times before going to bed…" Goku
scratched his head again.

"You
don't suppose Sanzo…" Hakkai suggested feebly.

Goku
rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right… Hey, I bet it's Gojyo! That cockroach ought
to know better… I'll go tell him right now!" Goku declared, his footsteps
ringing as he approached Gojyo's door. Inside, the kappa and the priest stared
wildly at each other, and then in horror at the door, as a sharp knock sounded.

"OI!
Erogappa! Don't you know better than to take proper care of the stuff that you
borrow!" Goku hollered indignantly. "Open up you cockroach!"

"Um,
actually, I don't think Gojyo is in his room, Goku." They heard the healer
inform Goku regretfully. "He hasn't been sleeping in his room for the past
two nights," Hakkai continued in an embarrassed voice.

"Oh
never mind about the stupid kappa! I just want to know who's been turning the
TV and videogame on!" Goku insisted heatedly. "Maybe Sanzo knows…"
The footsteps turned away and moved over to the adjacent door. Purple eyes
slammed shut. And then the footsteps faltered, and halted.

"On
the other hand… I'd rather eat first before getting hit by the fan…" Goku
chuckled sheepishly.

"Let's
go, then," Hakkai replied, "I think Sanzo will appreciate not being
woken up…" and their voices faded as they exited the ikkou's rooms. "Maybe
we can ask the innkeeper about it."

"You
don't think this inn is haunted, Hakkai!" Goku squeaked.

Hakkai's
answer was muffled as he pulled the door shut.

"Yare
yare…" Gojyo sighed, relaxing. "That was close…"

"Baka…"
Sanzo pushed himself off the bed with a wince, and moved swiftly to the door.

"Oi
blondie…" Gojyo drawled, sprawling long limbs on the bed lustily.

Sanzo
turned at the door. "Nani?"

"Don't
you think I don't know you're going to sneak in a few minutes on that stupid
machine while the bottomless pit stuffs himself silly…" Gojyo grinned. "Good
thing you hit the pause button, huh? Luckily the baka saru forgot to turn it
off…"

"Urusei…"

"The
controls have a vibrating feature, you know…"

Sanzo
slammed the kappa's door shut behind him, shutting out the mad guffaws of the
fool rolling on the bed.

"Cheeky
sonuvademon…" Sanzo muttered, his lips twitching as he settled down and
hit the pause button again.